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Book 2 in the 'Our Secret Dream' Trilogy.
Follow Skylar and Bryan as they continue their journey together. Learning not only how to progress as a potentially engaged couple but how to have fun and still enjoy their careers with all of th...
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⚠ Spy the chapter heading - chapter includes mature content. If this makes you uncomfortable please skip the chapter. Heavy SMUT and Strong Language. ⚠
After one of the most romantic nights of my life, I can honestly say I am by far the most spoilt and loved woman in this whole universe. no one and I do mean no one has ever been more loved than me.
Snuggled together in the tight confines of the SUV's back seats we both fall into a teasing game of cat and mouse. Both of us far too gone to act with reason or control - hands, mouths, tongues teasing and dancing together. Our hands roam over the other's body, sparks being set aflame with every caress.
The flesh of my fingertips feels like they are being scorched with every touch against his skin. Burning a new wave of uncontrollable heat into my veins. My heart continues to flutter like a thousand butterflies inside my chest as my brain seems to have been consumed by a cloud of smoke. Fogging my sense of reality, who cares at this point if our driver hears us from behind the visor in the front seat.
Moaning I turn my body in towards his trailing my hands up his body, starting at his toned waist, stroking up and over his hot abs and then higher to his throat. Every inch of muscle tightens and flexes as I move over them. Hell, I love every inch of him.
Leaving my hand loosely locked around his throat I succumb to the delicious feeling of his fingers. My head rolls back unable to support itself when his hand is locked around my upper thigh, his fingers creeping up higher to the apex of my thighs. Where my wet unclothed pussy is begging to be caressed.
He moves torturously slow with the exploration of his hand on my thighs. The searing tingles that spark beneath my skin clouding my brain. Words becoming more of a challenge with only moans, whimpers and grunts passing our lips between deadly pants. A dirty smirk locks against my swollen lips as his fingers slip between my folds. The dirty little secret I'd held close to my chest for the night being told.
'You kept this pussy free and didn't tell me?' he groans, a predatory snarl against his scrumptious lips. His thick fingers strumming up and down my lips coating them with my cream before pushing two fingers knuckle deep within me. Curling his fingertips upwards growls as he slips two fingers inside of me until they are both knuckle deep. Flicking them against my G-spot at a rocket pace, one that makes my heart soar out from the confines of my chest.
'Please' I whimper. Rocking my hips into his hand, desperate to have more of him filling me. Other than having him hard and hot inside me, any touch from him leaves me a whimpering, begging mess.
'Kitten' he moans, his head against my neck as his lips find my sweet spot. Sucking, licking, and caressing me until he leaves his mark on behind. Probably a deep purple bruise. One that I will wear with pride.
With a sigh I let my head fall to the opposite side, opening myself up to the attack of his lips. I don't care what anyone else has to say about hickies because it's like wearing a badge of honour for me. One that warns other men and other women that I am his. Pride like all things can be misread or often forgotten but it's these small actions I know he loves most.
